She continued, “I’ll admit at first I didn’t know who that fucking hot guy was, until you called my father ‘dad’ then I realized that it was...you. But I never felt any familial connection with you. Joe, when I saw you I fell in love. And now we just masturbated each other, how do you expect me to find a brother in you?” Tears rolled down her cheeks and my heart melted. I stood up and embraced her. “God, Meg. I’m so sorry you grew up without a brother. If there’s only a way to ever repay you I’ll. His cock was uncut, small with matching testicles and barely a wisp of pubic hair. He had a wry smile on his lips and he turned back to his reading. Obviously from a poorer family, his school shoes were old and looked like hand me downs, scuffed, unpolished and a little down at heel.Lunch break was a time of feast for the hungry and for most boys, the dinner ladies provided both discipline as well as humour. Fat and jolly, with large serving spoons, green coated and turbaned head they dished. Amelia had felt ashamed for ratting on her 'friends' who had tricked her with what seemed and innocent game but which left her in hot water. She had named names.The next day her step-father heard her side of the story and was aghast at his step-daughter's disloyalty to her friends. He was especially interested in the fact that Amelia had expressed little concern about being naked and not the least embarrassed by the fact that she had attempted to enter the boys' dorm at night. Her step-dad had. I sat back on the bench and let out a huge sigh. I hadn’t realised I’d been holding my breath at the end. FUCK! I’d just not show up. That’s it. He only knows about the coffee shop. Shit. He might take retaliation on me. He’d be telling his friends they had me. I couldn’t get rid of my erection so I tucked it into my waistband and walked home.* * *I stood outside the pub feeling scared and vulnerable. I kept up a watch around me, careful not to make eye contact with anyone entering or leaving.